I know y’all are tired of seeing my ass shake. Hope you are having a Marvelous weekend and if you’re not… I pray you do 💋💋💋

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I know y’all are tired of seeing my ass shake. Hope you are having a Marvelous weekend and if you’re not… I pray you do 💋💋💋
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2004 Ariel Atom on display at Wellington Airport, promotion for Southwards Car Museum
Mallets pound fence posts
in tune with the rifles
to mask massacre sites
Cattle will graze
sheep hooves will scatter
children’s bones
Wildflowers will not grow
where the bone powder
lies
Ali Cobby Eckermann - Wild flowers
First thing every dawn
Remember the dead, cry for them.
Softly at first her wail begins,
One by one as they wake and hear
Join in the cry, and the whole camp
Wails for the dead, the poor dead
Gone from here to the Dark Place:
Oodgeroo Noonuccal - Dawn wail for the dead
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her hand against the sun, and so brought darkness and desolation, like God himself, to millions of ignorant and innocent creatures, and then took her hand away suddenly and let the sun stream down.
Virginia Woolf - To the lighthouse
It was really March; but it was April in its mild air, brisk soft wind, and bright sun, occasionally clouded for a minute; and everything looked so beautiful under the influence of such a sky, the effects of the shadows pursuing each other on the ships at Spithead and the island beyond, with the ever-varying hues of the sea, now at high water, dancing in its glee and dashing against the ramparts
Jane Austen - Mansfield Park
Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits. I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening.
Emily Bronte - Wuthering Heights